My Grieve! ! ! ... Poem by sholadoye Dada

I grieve for you, oh virginity!
You that use to be a crown
Your glory is withered like flowers
You that worth more than ruby
That shekel of gold cannot buy
A proof of sincerity
An evidence of truth

People feared your wrath
Knowing you don’t re-crown who’s decapitated
Heirs of your kingdom rides on royal horse
The mention of your name arrests the spirit
The world celebrates you always
But gradually, your glory is being depleted
As much as natives fare to derail your kingdom

Now, anybody dares you
You are dragged on the street and mocked
Treated as a leper
Your legatees are nabbed
Handled like lemurs
Your glory, faded
Your kingdom is extinct